Shooting star from the space

This is an amazing photo of a shooting star entering the earth, taken from outer space, by an Astronaut, Ron Garan, currently living in the International Space Station. Ron shared the photo in his twitter account.


What a "Shooting Star" looks like #FromSpace Taken yesterday during Perseids Meteor Shower Thanks @Jake_Garan 4 camera settings

That is not all, Ron has posted more photos from outer space in his Twitter account – @Astro_Ron.

Gaijatra, the festival of comedy, observed in Nepal

The traditional festival of Gaijatra was observed in Kathmandu and other parts in Nepal on Sunday, August 14.

The festival began began during the reign of king Pratap malla. The king started it to console his queen who was grieving at the death of their son by smallpox. The king ordered people who had lost members of their family in that year to perform various stunts to cheer themselves and others on the street.

During Gaijatra, people are made to look like cow by painting on their face and wearing painted dress. The day is also a government  holiday. This festival is specially celebrated by the Newar community, to commemorate the depar
ted souls.

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Prachanda Stotra

We used to read a lot of such poems in the past. In the ancient time, the gods used to be worshipped by reciting/singing the poem (like the one worshiping Bagalamukhi). We still use them to worship the gods. Some leaders might look like god to some poet and they might feel like worshiping in similar manner – like the poem below.

But, in later years, the kings used to be the subject of a lot of poems. Worshiping person is not something people prefer, unless they have some vested interest. In king’s time, the so called patriotic songs used to be full of pr
aises of the kings.

It is a matter of debate whether such poems should be written (or, promoted). The poem was posted by the son of Prachanda, Prakash Dahal, in his Facebook profile. Some of the comments had questioned the relevancy of the poem. 

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